God arresting adults slapped in the face again

Chapter 906 Weird Scene

Along the way, Liu Fenghan, who was almost terrified, found in horror that there were almost no skilled servants who were on duty in the yamen.

Instead, there are all kinds of strong men with knives in disheveled clothes, some with hideous scars on their faces, and some with ink marks of various stabs.

Liu Fenghan's legs were trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't dare to raise his head any more.

There is no need to ask about the identities of those people, they can be guessed with their toes.

Either bandits or bandits are fugitives.

He just went out to buy groceries, why did he become so radical?

Even after entering the morgue, there were many bandits standing inside.

Liu Fenghan raised his head slightly, and saw a disheveled gray-haired old man sitting on the main seat just in the middle.

Next to him stood two fierce bandits with knives.

"Mr. Liu," Yang Zhituo, who had already walked to the mortuary bed, lifted the white cloth from the corpse and said, "Please tell me, how to restore the head to its original position?"

Liu Fenghan raised his hand and wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and rushed forward in small steps.

I saw Yang Zhou lying on the bed upright, except for a little hole in the neck, everything else was intact.

He gasped immediately.

Although he knew that Yin Nuo's ability was very strong, the sharpness of the knife on Yang Zhou's neck was far beyond his imagination.

Not daring to ask any more questions, he immediately stretched out his finger and pointed around the wound, explaining the method of suturing to Yang Zhituo.

The bandit leader and bandit soldiers on the side were all surprised.

Obviously Yang Zhituo's behavior of sewing his father's head on himself was beyond their expectation.

Even if they kill each of them, there is nothing wrong with them.But they couldn't even sew a human head on with their own hands.

The master of Huomen rested his head on one hand, watching Yang Zhituo's every move with interest, his eyes complicated and deep.

People who don't have feelings usually only care about their own interests.

People who only care about profit are usually short-sighted and greedy.And short-sighted and greedy people are the best and most difficult to control.

Everything is developing as he expected, but there are also great risks lurking.

It seemed he had to be more careful.

On the other side, Yang Zhituo didn't care about everyone's abnormal gazes.

The tools, needlework, and sewing of Wuzuofang have long been placed aside, and he can start only after he has mastered the skills.

Fortunately, although Liu Fenghan was terrified, his professional skills were still excellent.In just a few words, the key points and skills are clearly and straightforwardly stated.

Yang Zhituo took a deep breath, looked at his father's stiff body, and finally started sewing.

Just when he was straightening his father's head, Yang Zhou's eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at Yang Zhituo quietly.

"Son, are you crying?"

Yang Zhituo's tears flowed even more violently. His hands trembled, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore. He knelt beside his father's bed and wept uncontrollably.

Yang Zhou turned his eyes sideways, and looked at his son who frowned deeply, "How many times have I told you, father, that you must never reveal your weakness and incompetence in front of others."

Yang Zhituo tightly held his father's cold and stiff hand, raised his head to look at the terrible wound on his father's neck, wanted to speak, but his voice was choked up and unable to utter.

Yang Zhou sighed helplessly, turned his gaze, looked at the empty roof, and said in a trance: "My child, do you still remember when you were a child, when your father took you to the capital to seek a living? Once you let others see that you are weak and powerless Even the beggars on the street and the guys who sweep the floor can bully us to death.

At that time, my father was dull and pedantic.He thought that relying on his own ability and the help of his relatives would be enough to make a living in the capital.But in the end, not only everything on him was taken by relatives, but he was almost caught by their tricks, drank their poisoned wine and was thrown into the moat to feed the fish.Son, since then, as a father, I have understood a truth, a good person is equal to a stupid person.To treat others kindly without reservation is to give the handle of the knife to the other party, and the point of the knife rushes towards oneself. "

(End of this chapter)